It's Sunday

So I am home by myself and the family went for dim sum and went shopping without me. It's nothing new, I rather stab myself then hang out with the mother who can't seem to keep her emotions straight and always conveying her insecurities onto me, the father who constantly talks about drinking apple cider vinegar and that I should consider to lose weight since I'm outrageously overweight, and the sister who is crazy and can't shutup about useless garbage.

I went for ice cream without the knowledge of anyone. It's my guilty delight. So I am a liar, a damn good liar. At least there is something I am good at.

I am a horrible person. I don't think I've been honest to anyone lately and "honestly" it doesn't bother me. I try really hard but I never succeed.

*shakes head*

There is always something about him that bothers the deuce out of me and I know for the life of me, it can't be changed. It's horrible because it bothers me more and more everytime it happens and I don't have the heart to tell him. I'm not saying that my whinning and bitching isn't annoying, I know it is but I just do it....well...because I can. GAHHHHHH.

I know he values me and my opinions. I want to value his opinions but sometimes I don't get opinions.

I am more firm in getting my license this summer. I'm missing way too much and life has stopped suddenly somewhere. I'm tired of being bored and feeling "old". I want to be rejuvenated. I don't like routine no more. I don't like missing my friends and that's the biggest mistake I've made thus far. Leaving the people who once were the center of my world wayyyyyyyyyyy behind and almost forgotten. I got distracted and sidetracked. Damn you school. Damn you new people. Damn my poor decisions.